Defy the Fates
His mother took her life to spare his father from the curse, but Kurt could not understand how the pain he and his father were going through were any better then death. So Kurt took it upon himself to make sure he never fell in love, only…sometimes the stars line up just right, and the perfect man comes into the picture. Will Fate take control? Or will Kurt be able to defy it and break the curse, or will this perfect man become yet another victim of the curse of the Adams.
- 3 months ago
- 2
CrissColfer Firendship Drabble. Chris finds out Darren hasn’t been slushied yet.
“Brain freeze, brain freeze, wholly sweet fuck brain freeze!” Darren cursed lowly all but slamming the cup down on the table and rubbing his temples like maybe that would stop the pain in his head quicker.
“That wouldn’t happen if you didn’t drink that like your mother is going to come along and take it away from you” Chris said not looking up from his laptop and the word document that held his novel.
“That’s part of the awesomeness that is smoothies though.” Darren said with his trade mark goofy smile and looking over at Chris from his spot on the floor between the small couch and the coffee table of Chris’ trailer. He scooped up the drink and stuck the straw back in his mouth.
“You enjoy brain freezes?”
“Well enjoy may not be the right word but its one of those things that remind you you’re alive, you know? And it really doesn’t last that long. It hits like BOOM then its gone. All cold drinks are like that.”
“Well then slushies to the face didn’t get the memo because you’re bitch slapped by an ice burg and then frozen until a warm shower and new clothes.” Chris said bitterly and Darren just let out a small laugh.
“I’ll take your word for it” He said softly to himself. Chris stopped and spun around in his computer chair his eyes wide.
“What?” Darren asked his eyes widening a bit also at Chris’s panic “You didn’t loose your novel did you?”
“You’ve never been slushied!” Chris said like he was just realizing Darren had a second head.
“Uh…..no?”
“How the HELL have you gone this far with out getting slushied!?” Chris asked his voice going up a slight octave (which normally would have made Darren smile fondly).
“B-because Blaine has…gone….through enough trauma and they don’t want to upset the fans?” Darren squeaked out.
“Oh please you know the fans loves traumatic things.” Chris snapped quickly, “The whole show is based on traumatic things.”
“True very true…” Darren said with a laugh. “And you’re right about the fans liking the traumatic things, they are kinda odd aren’t they.”
“I have to tell Ryan” Chris said jumping up.
“What that the fans are odd at times? I think He know-”
“No! I have to tell him you’ve never been slushied! They can write it in easy!” Chris said moving to the trailer door.
“NO!” Darren shouted and tried to get up but in his hast he slammed his knee into the coffee table. “OW SHIT! Chris don’t! PLEASE!” he yelled trying to crawl out of his once happy spot.
“Nope! You’re getting slushied and I’m gonna be on set to laugh at your face ‘till I cant breathe.” and with that Chris was out the door and Darren hobbling after him.
“KURT WOULD NEVER DO THIS TO BLAINE!”
“I’M NOT IN COSTUME SO I’M NOT KURT!!!”
“CHRIS!!!!!!!!!!”
“LETS YOU KNOW YOU’RE ALIVE RIGHT DARREN!?”
- 4 months ago
- 16
Never Fall in Love.
Kurt Hummel never wanted to feel the pain that was currently gripping his chest ever again. Nor did he want to go through the pain his father was going through. Even at six he knew his daddy was sadder then he was even if he did loose his mommy. He knew his daddy was sad because he let Kurt curl up next to him and fall asleep, and sometimes Kurt would hear his daddy crying from the kitchen. The first time Kurt heard his daddy crying it clicked in his young mind that he may be sad but his daddy must be sadder because he had never seen his daddy cry, even when he accidentally cut his hand really bad. Kurt may have lost his mommy who he loved so much, but his Daddy had lost his best friend, and he had known Kurt’s mommy longer then Kurt. His daddy had called his mommy that the day they lowered her into the ground. Kurt could remember his daddy saying he loved Kurt’s mommy very very much like he had just said it a few seconds ago.
So with that in mind Kurt came to the sudden, but very determined, decision; he was never going to fall in love. Kurt knew exactly how to make sure that happened. He quietly snuck down stairs after he heard his father’s muffed snores come from behind his shut door, and went out the back door into his mommy’s small green house. His small heart ached as the smells reached his nose that sent images of his mommy playing though his head, but he quickly shook them off – he was on a mission. Kurt headed over to the bench were Mommy had made the pretty smelling pouches that she sold to the people in town. Kurt grabbed the chair and pushed it closer so he could climb up onto it and reach for one of the bowls. His eyes scanned the work bench that still seemed to be waiting for her to come back. Kurt bit his lip and then quickly climbed down and hurried over to where the flowers wrapped themselves around the wooden fencing Daddy had put up. Kurt took a deep breath and as he spoke he reached up and plucked a petal from one of the white roses.
“He’ll be kind.” He dropped the petal in the bowl and reached for another petal. “And silly.” He added the petal to the one in the bowl.
“He’ll be brave.” Another petal joined the other in the bowl.
“He’ll have a laugh that makes me smile.” Another petal fell slowly into the bowl.
“He’ll be the best singer.” He dropped another into bowl “Next to me.” he added as a small afterthought.
“He’ll have eyes that mix green, and brown, and gold all together.” With each color he listed Kurt dropped a petal into the bowl.
“He’ll have hair that is even more curly then Momma’s. He’ll always make me laugh. He’ll hate olives like me. He’ll love the colors blue and red. His hand will fit perfectly in mine. And he’ll love me and never ever leave me…” With the finality of that last statement Kurt held the bowl out at arms length and walked out of the green room into the cold night air. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. His momma had always said he was special and to remember to never let anyone say any different. He felt the air blow lazily around him and as he opened his eyes he saw the petals rising up out of the bowl slowly then fly away into the night sky.
Kurt closed his eyes once more and felt a sudden weight lifted off his heart. Kurt had just created the perfect person for him, the one he’d fall in love with….the only thing was that boy didn’t exist, which was exactly what Kurt wanted; If the boy didn’t exist how could he fall in love? He couldn’t. He would never fall in love. Kurt gave a quick nod to himself as his job was done and he hurried back into the house. He would never fell this same pain again.
As Kurt curled up into his bed with a soft smile as he thought of the boy that didn’t exist.
Little did Kurt know that two hours away a little boy sat by his open window looking out at the stars trying to see how many he could count before he fell asleep. The little boy was up to 245 stars when he saw something that caught his eye; flower petals. They were floating down to his window, and a smile spread across the boy’s face as he watched them. A sudden gust of wind blew all the petals into his room and they landed on his lap. The boys blazing hazel eyes looked over the bits of flowers and before he realized it he was scooping them up and placing them into a small box full of his keep sakes. These petals came to him on the wind, they must be important, and maybe someday he’ll find out exactly how important they are.
(this has been screaming at me to be written from the moment I rewatched Piratical Magic last night. the gifs aren’t mine they are from the deep black hole that is my gif folder lol)
- 4 months ago
Base picture is not mine. I dont know who did it but if you did send me a shout out and i’ll give you credit. I promise.
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Blaine wasn’t ready for this. He hadn’t been ready for this from the moment that horrid escort read aloud the name on that small piece of paper. Why, why did it have to be his name? He knew he was strong but he was not made to kill. He had nailed his interview, Blaine knew he would. His smile and charm could get him out of so many things….but not this, nothing could get him out of this. Blaine hoped against hope that he could get through these games, he was smart, and oh so clever, but it was down to him and three others. One of those tributes, a career, had been responsible for thinning out most of the field and was no doubt the favorite to win. And now that same Career was bearing down on him as he sprinted through the thick brush of the trees.
Panic rose in Blaine’s stomach as he saw he was cornered at the same time the Career did, He had to be 10 times his size and three times as wide. Blaine’s blood ran cold as the the spear was raised with a cackle and was thrown forward with blinding force.
“NO!” Blaine screamed as he stood, knocking his chair over, the monitors all over his mentor room held the same petrified face of the man he loved; Of Kurt.
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I just had this image of Blaine as a mentor watching Kurt in the hunger games….and i just had to write it down….i may or may not make this a bigger fic….I dunno.
Sorry for any grammatical/spelling errors, its 2:30am and i was just trying to get it out before writers block caught up with me lol.
- 5 months ago
- 7
Quiet Moment
This was the very first Klaine fic i ever wrote, so its kinda short and not exactly a work of art, its just a silly image i had rolling around in my head for a while. Its Kurt and Blaine having a moment in Glee club.
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Kurt loved moments like this, where he and Blaine could be off in their own little world. They were in the choir room waiting for Mr. Schu to show up from his last class, and there was the normal buzz of the others chatting away about this and that. He thought he heard Rachael say something about how she better get a solo because she had gone to long with out one and Quinn say something in reply, but Kurt could care less and wasn’t even listening to them.
- 11 months ago
- 4
SLD
Blaine finds the tape of Kurt doing the Single Ladies dance.
“What are these?” Blaine asked looking over his shoulder at his boyfriend, who was glaring at what ever homework he was working on. The two had been making out before Kurt suddenly realized he had something due the next day. So Blaine being the good boyfriend he was (and one acting under Burt’s rule of “if Kurt’s grades slip dramatically, I’m going to monitor your time here.”) was looking at all the books on the large book shelf, trying to figure out which ones had been well read and which where gifts Kurt probably never looked twice at.
- 11 months ago
- 17
He’ll Always Be His Teenage Dream
Blaine thinks back to all the moment’s he’s shared with Kurt after he sings Somewhere Only We Know and has to return to Dalton with out Kurt.
Blaine sat in the passenger seat of Wes’ car, at that moment he was more then glad that Wes had insisted on driving over here in his car. Blaine watched as the rest of the Warblers piled into their cars and started pulling out of the much smaller McKinley parking lot. He felt drained, and it was only twelve in the afternoon. Watching Kurt walk away to go to his first class back at McKinley was one of the hardest things Blaine had ever had to go though in his life, which was only slightly topped by what was going to happen when he got back to Dalton. How was he going to be able to walk down those halls with out Kurt next to him excitedly talking about the new fashion line that was out by who ever new designer he was in love with?
- 11 months ago
- 3
Demon!Klaine - Absolution
Title: Absolution.
Track to listen to while reading: Time is Running out - Muse (s’why the fic is called Absolution)
Rating: M!
This is my first smut attempt, so if it seems rushed or weak that is why. I tried really hard not to but, I’ve never written smut and i had some difficulties with it. But! I fished it and here it is.
(gif is not mine)
Blaine knew he had to be careful with Kurt, that thought was always in the back of his mind, and he always had been. But it was difficult to keep his cool when all of Kurt’s weight was on top of him pressing him into the mattress, and his lips were practically fused with his own. He let out a small groan as Kurt’s lips left his and moved across his jaw line and down to the hallow of his neck.
“Kurt” he breathed, he could already feel the pressure growing in his head and any chance at a coherent thought was quickly becoming less and less. Kurt didn’t seem to hear him, or just thought his name mixed in the breath of his boyfriend was nothing more than that. Blaine’s breath hitched in his throat as he felt Kurt’s hand move down his chest to the top of his pants. He had always been careful when it came to their make-out sessions, he always was the one in control, he was always the one to start them and finish them, but this time it was quickly slipping out of his control. All of his control was weakening as he felt Kurt’s nails rake down his chest that his unbuttoned shirt revealed. He had to stop this, he had to stop Kurt and get his control back of the situation and himself, but that was easier said then done.
- 1 year ago
- 52
DRUNK BLAINE!
This is a little drabble i wrote for Mizuchan, because she was giggling about Drunk Blaine, I tired to make him flirty and silly but it just kinda turned silly lol.
“I LOVE THIS SONG!!!” Blaine yelled reaching sloppy for the volume nob on Kurt’s radio, then proceeded to drunkenly sing along. Kurt couldn’t help but laugh as he watched Mike and Tina in the back seat dance as well as they could. Kurt was driving the two home scene Tina’s house was the farthest away and Finn’s car was already full. He shook his head laughing at the fact that even as sloppy drunk as Blaine was he could still hold a note, and Mike and Tina could still find the rhythm. As Kurt stopped at a red light Blaine tapped his arm excitedly.
- 1 year ago
My Klaine Fic is inspired by this line.
“The broken dresser in their room still smells like her perfume…I know it stupid, but sometimes i’ll sneak in there and open all the drawers, and lay on the floor and just smell her” - Kurt Hummel, S01E10 - Ballads
Kurt rolled over in his bed and his eyes opened looking at his clock, it was 10am. He blinked a bit and wondered why he slept in so late but then he remembered it was Sunday. His dad was probably already at the garage, Carole was at work, scene she took yesterday off to go to regionals. Kurt sat up and rubbed his eyes, if he remembered right he thought he heard Mr. Shue say something about a celebration party for the New Directions today but he didn’t hear what time, so he wasn’t sure if Finn was home or not.
Kurt reached over and grabbed his phone, waiting on the screen was a text from Blaine. ‘Good morning you. I didn’t call because you deserve to sleep in as late as you can. Give me a call when you wake up, but I’ll call you an hour before the Warbler meeting. Don’t want you to miss it.’ Kurt couldn’t help but smile at the fact that in text Blaine spelled everything out and used punctuation. Blaine his…..boyfriend. His lips instantly pulled into a smile as he thought of that word.
- 1 year ago
- 5
